Sunday, June 28, 2009


Once upon a time, there was a little girl in northern Michigan, stuck in a meaningless job. But a very nice man took her away from all that. His name was Charlie.

I kid you not. The year was 1976-1977 and I was waitressing at a private country club. The job was hot and heavy action from May to December with seasonal layoff from January to May. Perfect. I could work the dinner shift and make a bag of cash, spend the night partying (drinking age 18) and then pass out in the sun and work on my tan. Then come January, I was free to lounge about my parents house and be a ski bum and lodge bunny. Also taking to task the monumental job of maintaining my fitness and my long, blond, feathered locks. Affording lift tickets, hot toddies by the lodge fireplace (ok, usually I didn't have to pay--that's what Sven was for!) and Herbal Essence Conditioner was a breeze what with no rent, food, or utilities. Tips had long since paid off my car and unemployment was generous.

Around this time I got an interview for a secretary position at a large, local building supply. SOME members of my family had got it into their heads that maybe I should be working full time-as if 8 months a year wasn't enough!! (le sigh!) So, I trudged my butt in, at my Dad's urging and met the boss. I think I wore a white denim jumpsuit, cork platforms and a rainbow necklace--perfectly appropriate attire for a secretarial job. By some miracle, I got hired for the position. I had literally no skills. I couldn't type worth a damn and filing simply confounded me. A switchboard phone? Fuggedaboutit. So, mostly I dusted our desks and ran for coffee, being lucky that the coffee came pre-made out of a machine--or surely I would have screwed that up, too. There was an 80 year old bookkeeper, 30 guys and me. At least those odds were in my favor.

My bosses name was Charlie. He was funny and patient as I fumbled along. He consulted me on some very important issues, such as appropriate signage and paint colors for his boat. Or, maybe a nice, new gee gaw for his wife. As you can imagine,--can you see where this is going?- it wasn't long before I was tagged, "Charlie's Angel." The moniker spread like a California brush fire and I just applied more Bonnie Bell LipSmacker, tossed my frosted hair, and smiled. Life was good.

I enjoyed the job, "fame", and attention until a layoff occurred and my last person hired, not supporting a family, non skilled butt, was bounced. Charlie graciously gave me a good referral.
I haven't thought of that time in my life for a long time, but of course with the death of Farrah Fawcett, I drifted back. Her iconery touched me personally and I swung off it as long as I could.
But I couldn't and no one else could either--ever be her. She was a sunny light that made us take notice. And notice we did when this past week she succumbed to her disease. I just want to say thank you to her for giving a small town girl a chance for a little taste of glamour. R.I.P. Angel. xoxo

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Summertime, Summertime

Happy First Day of Summer and Father's Day too. And thanks to the original Father for giving us a beautiful day to celebrate.

Appears summer was officially ushered in and the weather report for next week looks beautiful. I am looking forward to delving into some of the books I have been stockpiling for the beach.

I got to spend the weekend in Ossineke attending a graduation party for my cousin, (yea, Kristi Jo!) and seeing my Dad. It's always great to catch up on things with my family and Dad seemed to enjoy the gifts I got him to try and show my love and appreciation. Good old Dad, always looking out for me. I guess it's true what they say about a parents job never ending. Hoping to get him down to catch a Tiger's game. (aren't they doin' awesome?) And then indulge him in a steak dinner and a hot fudge brownie sundae, a diet that my Mom discourages.

I have hit 2 grad parties and a wedding in the last couple of weeks and am about half way thru this crazy schedule. All this partyin' is exhausting! Some summers bring no parties, but not this one! Looking forward to a quiet week and upcoming weekend.

Hope y'all enjoyed whatever you were up to. Maybe weddings or grad parties or time with your Dad. Summer is officially here! Whoo Hoo! xo

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Around the way Girl...

As you all can see, I am enjoying the long awaited sun. Ahhh.. A little sun, a little cockataila.. It really doesn't take much. Just a simple girl with simple tastes! In keeping with my lazy ass, today I am going to respond to the tag sent to me by blogfriend Charles of Razored Zen. It's called "Four Play My Way." Thanks for letting me in on your world Charles--and now here is (a drum roll please) my answers.

Four movies you can see over and over again
Gone with the Wind (the only history I've ever paid attention to)
Breakfast at Tiffany's (romance wins again)
Casino (Sharon Stone's character got ALL the good clothes)
Slingblade (uh, huhh)

Four places you have lived
Ossineke, Michigan (started out)
Alpena, Michigan (first apartment)
Ossineke, Michigan (first house purchase)
Harrison Twp. (the BIG move!)

Four t.v. shows you love to watch
Guiding Light (I KNOW!)
anything HGTV (especially home makeovers)
Oprah (again, most women love her)
Sports!(Lions, and Tigers and Wings, oh my.) and PISTONS!

Four Places you have been on a vacation
Cancun, Mexico
Florida Keys
Costa Rica
San Francisco, CA

Four of you favorite foods
anything dark chocolate
green beans

Four websites you visit everyday
My answer is the same as Charles. The people who comment on my site are the people that I visit. xoxxxx to all

Four things you hope to do before you die
be a derby girl (this one I am planning--Blonde Bomber beware!)
travel to Africa on a photoshoot and stay in remote villages
indulge grandchildren
read ALL day

Four novels you wish you were reading for the first time
Gone with the Wind
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
Little Women
The Prince of Tides

Tag four people you think will respond
I never put that pressure on any one for that big of a comment. Usually I hate these survey-like things. Uh, who really cares? They seem so self indulgent to me. PLEASE don't feel you have to respond in comments. Now, if you are a blogger and want to use this format for an easy (sort of) post, g'head. It's not my idea of "foreplay" but what the hell.... xoxo

OH. And this is REALLY important. The Detroit Red Wings are and will always be the greatest hockey team EVER. All you haters--give it a rest. You know who you are, and next year we will graciously give you lessons again.......xoxoxo

Saturday, June 6, 2009

The World I Know.....

Happy Saturday and DDay to y'all. Here are pics of myself--glee full at our Red Wings putting on a hockey clinic for the Penguins, and my son, Dane enjoying his "Great Wall of China" birthday cake at P.F. Chang's where we celebrated our personal Dday! It was a great day for all as Detroit brought it and so did Chang's! Whoo Hoo! P.S. I won't bore you with a labor story; however I will tell it upon request. xoxo